title: Troublefandom: Les Miserablespairing: Enjolras/Grantaire, Jehan/Courfeyrac, implied Feuilly/Bahorel if you squint really really realy hardrating: probably about a PG-13. more if you have a problem with bad languagewarnings: language, homophobic slurs, ever-so-slight moderate violenceword count: ~2,350summary:'Jehan and I are going to the Pride march,' Courfeyrac announced. 'You should come.'a/n: not the first thing I've written in this fandom, but the first thing that's ready to post. my mind has been eaten (and my soul destroyed) by Les Mis. I blame my friends.

also I feel like I should put some sort of warning here, the next three fics I'm planning are all One Direction fanfiction. yes, I know, I don't know what happened either but hey, something did and now I'm writing coffee shop Liam/Louis au, Supernatural Liam/Louis au (can you spot the otp) and, yep, a Warm Bodies au (which I also think will be Liam/Louis but I have to think about that one for a bit)

title: Crumbling In His Absencepairing: gen (maybe Scripps/Posner if you squint (and I see Dakin/Lockwood but only because they're my otp))fandom: The History Boysrating: R-ish? barely, I'd imaginewarning: language, canon character death, alcohol abuseword count: ~1700summary:Friendly fire. There’s no such fucking thing, Dakin thinks.a/n: because I am a masochist, I wrote this, and I hate myself for it. I love Jimmy Lockwood so much and this hurt, a lot.

title: A Man To Dance Withpairing: Danny/Jennyfandom: An Educationrating: PG-13warning: literally nothing. this is the tamest thing I've ever written goshword count: ~6,200summary:Jenny never quite forgot the way Danny looked at her and smiled, smirked even, when she danced with him that nighta/n: so I'm fairly sure A Education doesn't have a fandom but whatever this is my otp and I am going to write for them. I affectionately call this because their chemistry makes me weep

I've finished my A Levels! Freedom! Hopefully this means I'll be more free to write and post more on here, I have a bunch of ideas going off in my head that I can't wait to put on paper - one of which is detailed under the cut below.

I also passed my driving test, first time, with 2 minor faults. More freedom! It's awesome being able to drive alone now, I just got back from my dad's which was brilliant, because now I only have to go when I want and I can leave when I want, too, so I'm not there for hours when I don't want to be. Awesome.

And now, the afore mentioned cut, beneath which is the rough and somewhat colloquial plan for my Domestic Avengers AU

title: Anything But Lovepairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff, brief mentions of (one-sided) Steve/Natasha and Bruce/Natashafandom: The Avengers '12rating: R(ish)warnings:SPOILERS FOR THE 2012 AVENGERS MOVIE.Angst, language, mentions of sex, major character death.word count: ~680summary: Love was nothing like they'd promised in the movies.a/n: Thanks to Christina Perri for writing the song 'Distance' and giving me something to build this fic upon. Thus, title credit goes to her. Also, I cannot claim that this is what happened in Budapest but this is fan fiction so I can claim artistic license.

title: Nightmarespairing: Mostly Gen, but hints of Loki/Clint (I'm sorry)fandom: The Avengers '12rating: Rwarnings:SPOILERS FOR THE 2012 AVENGERS MOVIE. Bad languageword count: ~820summary:From this prompt on the kink meme: Loki infiltrates someone's dreams.That someone is Clint, and it's not much fun.And when Loki appears behind his brother, dressed in the full regalia of an Asgardian king, Clint fights and fights and fights his body to wake up.

title: Pretty When You Screampairing: Past Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff,brief Loki/Clint Bartonfandom: The Avengers '12rating: NC-17warnings:SPOILERS FOR THE 2012 AVENGERS MOVIE.Dark!fic, major character death, gore, slight sexualisation of afore-mentioned gore and death, Loki being a really really evil little shit, AU from a certain scene in the movieword count: ~650summary:Loki had delivered in all the ways she was supposed to have stopped him from doing.